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Jeff The Killer by PsychoNaito


You sighed sitting on your couch, reading the subtitles from an anime you were watching on your laptop all because you couldn't find a version in English. All the best anime was never in English, but luckily you had learned to read like it was a race, and easily could keep up with the pictures moving on the screen and the words highlighted in yellow at the bottom of the page without missing anything important.


That was till you heard a tapping at your window, and suddenly you became both very scared, and stupidly bold and angry. You were scared because over the last few weeks, odd things had been going on around you, from odd phone calls to the passing of your dog who had been practically murdered by something unknown to you.


You were angry and bold because...well...you were just stupid.


When ever you came into those situations where your fight or flight reaction was suppose to kick in, you for some reason always picked fight. You never knew why, but you just did, even if you were facing a tiger you would still choose fight over flight. Maybe thats because when you were younger you were always called weak, so now when ever you were put in those situations, to avoid looking weak you would fight, and you normally always won due to adrenaline and the reflects of a cat.


So with a grunt you stood on your feet, stomped over to the window the threw the blinds down and tied the curtains shut so no one from outside even had a chance of looking in. You also did this with all the other windows in the room till you had done them all and then proceeded to go back to your anime.


You had been doing stuff like this the last few weeks. Every time you got an odd phone call, you just hung up, every time you got odd notes you purposely went inside, got a match and burned it right where you had found it, leaving it to wither into ashes and not even bothering to read it. When you would get weird things delivered to you at work or at home you would either throw it out a near by window, throw it in the trash, or keep it if it was useful; which was rare.


Now with a sigh you sit on your couch and lean back, resting your head on the top cushion while pulling your laptop to your lap to see the words better. You just wanted what ever was happening to you to stop, because you were having a hard time telling yourself you weren't loosing your mind.


“You should really learn to pick up the phone darling, otherwise this might have been avoided,” you shivered slightly hearing this spoken into your ear, a cold sensation pressing against your neck.


You wanted to scream and pee your pants, because you lived alone, and you were almost positive you knew what was against your neck, but there went that sensation again. Fight or flight, and of course you naturally picked fight,it was just your thing. So with a light sigh you went on with your act, your eyes forcefully dulled and your body almost fully relaxed.


“Ya know, I don't come into your house, press knives to your neck and whisper into your ear with out you knowing, so why are you doing it to me?” You grumbled, lifting a hand and pressing it lightly against the blade that was to your neck before pushing it away.


You weren't expecting the push away to be easy, so when you were met with some friction you weren't surprised, but soon enough you had the blade away from your neck. Once you were sure that when you turned around you weren't going to be met with a sliced throat, you turned in your seat and sent a dull glare towards your intruder. At first look your reaction would have been to run the opposite direction, he truly looked terrifying, but since you were in the zone of your act you just sat there, looking at him as if you could care less.


“W-what the hell,” you heard him mutter under his breath, watching as he took a small step back from you almost as if you were the one out of place.


While you had him off guard you jumped into action. IN one swift movement you had the knife from his hand in his, and had it pressed to his neck, unmercifully pushing down till he was pinned to the wall, his already wide eyes wider then ever before as he tried to catch up with you. By the time he had already figured out what was going on, you had him pinned, sending him the deadliest glare you could manage.

“Now, listen up! This is the first and the last time I'm going to say this, leave me ALONE. If I catch you sneaking around, leaving me notes, or just plain creeping I will use my right of self defense and kill you, understand?” You hissed, your voice low like it always was when you got really upset.


You watched as the boy gave a nod, his hands up at his head though by the look in his eye you could tell he was far from happy, though he was slightly surprised that you had gotten him. With that you spun him around, pointed the knife into his back, and lead him to the window where you practically pushed him out, letting him land where he would. Didn't take you long after that to lock all the windows in the house along with the basement door and the front, just as a precaution.


--- Small Time-skip ---


Sighing you trudged along the path, making your way home from work with sore feet and a crooked back which had slouched forward terribly from cleaning on your hands and knees. You honestly wanted to quiet, but you needed the money and since you didn't know if you would find another job after, you were stuck cleaning the hell out of houses and cooking like no tomorrow.


That was when it happen, the last thing you ever wanted to happen, especially on a day like today. You squeaked as you were slammed into a near by tree, almost all the air being knocked out of your lungs as that terrible feeling of a blade against your throat returned. At this you just got pissed, not because of a flight or fight reaction, but just because you weren't in the mood.


“What do you want now,” you huffed clenching your teeth as you tried not to lunge forward and bite him just because you could.


“You should really learn to keep your mouth shut, I would hate to accidentally cut you. Oops, to late,” the pale boy laughed, allowing the blade to sink into your skin enough to draw blood, but not kill you.


At that you lifted a knee, trying to hit him in the gut and push him off only for him to think ahead and interlace one of his legs with yours, forcefully pulling it back down to the ground so you could do nothing.


“Feisty feisty, you know, I have never been caught before till yesterday, it really was a stupid thing for you to let me go like you did. Then again, I suppose I owe you one, but now I think its time for you to – Go. To. Sleep~You flinched as he spoke harshly into your ear, pressing the blade further and further into your neck. You were surprised when he pulled back, leaving the blood to trail down your neck.


You know what,” he started, forcefully taking your chin in his hand and turning your head towards him, his wicked carved grin throwing you off from the look that shined in his eyes. “I think I could actually use you, now that I think about it.” He muttered, tilting his head slightly as if to get a better look at you, before his true un-carved smile turned into a smirk.


W-what are you talking about?” You stuttered out, your eyes flashing with anger as you tried to wiggle free, only for him to run the blade along the side of your hip, opening a wound that bubbled out of your jeans and streamed down your leg, staining the whole thing red.


“You'll see darling,” he hummed before forcefully turning you around, trying to slam your face into the bark of the tree only for you to turn your head just in time, sending him a glare.


You watched as he pulled a rope from his pocket, skillfully tying your hands behind your back before pulling you off the tree, pushing you forward in an attempt to get you to move, only for you to stumble and fall on your face, your now injured leg not wanting to work for you.


“When I push you forward I meant walk, not face plant,” the boy hissed, walking up to you and grabbing you by the ropes, pulling you to your feet and shooting you a slightly amused glare. At that you wanted to spit into his face, though you knew now wasn't the best time to be pushing your luck.


“Maybe I would have if you had been so kind as to, ya' know, NOT CUT MY LEG!” You snapped, letting out a low grumble before shifting so you were now supporting yourself on your good leg instead of your bad one.


You listened as he let out a grumble himself. The next thing you knew you were over the shoulder of the pale boy, being carried like a sack of potatoes to where ever he wanted you to go in the first place. It was extremely uncomfortable, and the fact you were still trying to fill your lungs didn't help.


“This is SO uncomfortable,” you mumbled, shifting slightly in an attempt to get more comfortable, only for him to smack your butt before speaking, causing your face turn turn all new shades of red.


“Stop complaining.”


“Don't smack my ass!” You screeched, running your chin into his shoulder to get you point across.


'SMACK'

“EY!” You cried.

My newest series x3 I didn't draw from my cup of names this time, so I hope this turns out OK. I restarted this story like... 7 times before I finally decided on this opening XD

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TeppitGirl Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2014
Oh my gosh >.< I'm in love with this already!! I relate so much like the character in this story!! Eeeeep! :))))) I'm always like that 'fight or flight' I rarely ever choose flight!! <3 this is the best series of Jeff I've read so far.
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FlameWolfGirl17 Featured By Owner Edited Sep 5, 2014  New member Hobbyist Traditional Artist
My OC Dusk: Hey dun smack mah ass!!
*grabs a tomahawk*bitch your fucked now o.-
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Nightmarewolf365 Featured By Owner Jul 28, 2014
Man i forgot my chainsaw..... TT^TT 
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xXJetBlackOwlXx Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2014  Student Writer
My OC Kiana: OF ALL DAYS TO LEAVE MY GUN AT HOME.
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Thyme-the-Killer Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2014
Hey! Gotta get a pass before you touch the ass mister!
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BloodyPheonixFlame10 Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2014
hhhhhhhaaaaaaaaa
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Comedywiz411 Featured By Owner Jul 2, 2014   Writer
Me in the story: DONT SMACK MY ASS!!! *snacks again* EY!!!

Me in real life: HIT IT AGAIN, I DARE YOU!! *snacks it again* Don't mess Sanji VS Kalifa (Non stop kicking) [V1] Spike (Kick) [V1] Die Die Die  *ropes break* NOW YOURE FUCKED UP!!!!! Double slap attack robot emoticon :fire: Mikako Satsukitane (Machine Gun Spaz) [V1] Takane Enemoto Ene (Playa) [V11] Shintarou Kisaragi (Snipa) [V10] bring on the pain 2bring on the pain 
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evenecence5225 Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
lol ass smaker
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FANGIRLHetalia Featured By Owner May 26, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I DON'T GET THIS!!!!.......But I like it!!!
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GreyRoseOfHope Featured By Owner May 1, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
. . . . .
Rose, you really gotta stop letting those darn serial killers go.
I know me...I know.
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